“The sounds you make get to me,” he whispered in her ear, tracing the tip of his tongue across the nape of her neck as his hand molded over the soft curve of her tits.
“What you’re doing feels so good. It’s driving me fucking crazy, but it feels amazing.”
He chuckled and tugged her nightshirt over her head, then trailed his mouth to her reddened nipples. When he sucked one of the stiff buds in his mouth, the coil in her stomach wound tighter. She glided her hand down toward the ache between her legs, but he grabbed her hand and brought it up. “Not yet, baby. Just relax and enjoy the sensations.”
“But I need to come. I don’t think I can take it.” The truth was it’d been a while since she’d been with a man, or had an orgasm. She was usually too damn tired when she came home from work, and if she wasn’t tired, she was worrying about Nicholas.
“I’ll let you come in time. Trust me. It’ll be more powerful if you wait. You’re gonna love it. Besides, your pretty pussy is for me alone.”
She pushed up, arching her back, trying desperately to get some relief. If she could grind against his leg, she’d be good, but he moved away slightly, frustrating her efforts. He resumed his attention on her tits and she ran her fingers down his toned abs to the waistband of his jeans. She tried to open them but didn’t have any luck. “Take your jeans off,” she said in a low voice. “I want to feel your dick against me.”
He unzipped and shoved down his jeans, kicking them off, his rock-hard cock poking at her. She reached down and curled her fingers over it, surprised at how thick and long it was. Her mouth watered as she imagined licking and sucking on it. “Do you want me to suck you?” she asked as her fingers slipped to his balls, stroking and cupping them gently.
He inhaled roughly through his teeth. “That feels good, woman. Fuck, you got a good touch. I’d love to have your lips wrapped around my cock, but if you do that, I’m gonna blow, so let’s save that for another time. I want inside your pussy real bad.” As he rolled her nipple between his fingers, her arousal escalated steadily. Then he glided his hand down her body. “Fuck, you’re wet… right through your panties,” he said as he stroked her clit through the cotton fabric.
She whimpered and rolled her hips, trying to hump his hand to get some relief. He laughed and slowly trailed his tongue down to where his hand was. With his teeth, he pulled down her panties, and then he circled his tongue around the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he spread her legs wider. Then when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he gave her aching pussy a long, slow lick, and her body exploded. He hadn’t even gotten to her sweet spot, hadn’t even put his fingers inside her wetness; he’d just given her one lick and that sent her over the edge. Her body bucked as she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning with each burst of pleasure. A small part of her was embarrassed that she’d come so fast, but most of her was riding the wave of rapture, wishing it would never stop. From the distance—it seemed like she was so far removed—she heard something tear open.
Her eyes flew open when her legs moved up, Steel’s heated gaze pulling her in. He rested her ankles on his shoulders, then held his long, stiff cock in his hands and rubbed it over her clit. She noticed he’d put a condom on. “I loved watching you come. It was sexy as fuck,” he said as he leaned over her and then kissed her deeply. “You ready for a hard, fast ride?”
She licked her lips and nodded. Her throat was so dry from all her moans and cries that she didn’t think she could say an intelligible word aloud.
He ran his fingers between her wet folds, flicking her sweet spot gently. The unwrapped coil in the depths of her stomach began to slowly wind. He kept rubbing her as he slowly pushed his dick inside her. Her walls immediately molded themselves around him. “You’re so damn tight, baby. It feels fucking amazing.”
Each time he leaned in further, she bent over even more until his thrusts were deep and powerful. He plunged into her hard and fast, and she watched him lose himself in his need, in her warm, wet pussy. Their gazes locked and he leaned down and brought his mouth to hers as he continued to push into her; his kisses melted her heart while his fucking melted her heated sex.
He pulled up and bent her further back, slamming into her as she yanked his hair, both of them losing themselves in passion. His cock found a spot inside her that felt awesome. As he hit it over and over, a rush of warmth and tingle spread through. The pressure intensified, along with a deep pleasurable sensation. A shivery bliss coated her; whatever he was doing felt intensely delicious. Then as he penetrated deeper, the pressure burst and all-out rapture flooded her as she relinquished all control to her body. She writhed her hips and cried out as her orgasm took her over the edge and beyond.
As her pussy contracted rhythmically around Steel’s cock, he leaned down and kissed her tits. “I’m fucking coming!” Then a low growl came from deep in his throat as he plunged into her one last time before stiffening and lying still on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
She raked her fingers through his hair while her body slowly came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced in her life. She was completely depleted, doubting if she could get up and walk at that moment. It was the best sex she’d ever had.
“That was amazing,” she said in a weak voice.
Steel raised his head and smiled at her, then kissed the side of her face. “You’re amazing.” He winked at her and rolled on his back, pulling her close to him, her back against his taut stomach. He placed his arm around her and she put her hands on top of it. Sated and spent, they fell asleep while daylight covered the town.
* * *
Breanna placed a BLT sandwich in front of him and scurried back to the refrigerator to take out a beer. She handed it to him and sat in the chair opposite him.
“You’re not eating?” he asked before he took a big bite.
“No. I’m more of a night eater.” She sipped a tall glass of water with lime.
He washed down his sandwich with his beer. “Did you ever hear from your brother?”
She smiled. “Yeah. He texted me early this morning. Says he’s okay. Thanks for asking.” She placed her hand on his, a small frown forming when he slipped it away and stood up.
“I gotta check in at the clubhouse, then go see Chenoa. Thanks for the sandwich and the good time.” He put on his leather jacket and pulled his hair back in a ponytail. She sat watching him, a hard knot forming in her stomach. “So I’ll see you.” He came over and pecked her on the cheek, then walked out of the kitchen.
She stood and followed him until he left her house, looking through the screen door, watching him climb on his Harley. The bike sprang to life and he jerked his chin at her before he took off, leaving a trail of noise. She stood at the screen long after he disappeared from her sight. Numbness filled her. Did they have the most incredible sex ever, or did she dream it?
He just walked out and left. Just like that. What a fucking asshole! I knew I shouldn’t have slept with him.
Pissed at herself for weakening because he showed her some compassion the previous night, she stomped back to her bedroom and retrieved her briefcase. She had an appointment with one of her clients in less than thirty minutes.
On her way, she fumed about how stupid she’d been letting his gentlemanly act manipulate her. He knew exactly what he was doing. When he left he didn’t tell her that he’d call, nor did he make any plans to see her again. It was like I thought all along—just a good time and then on to the next woman. A typical biker. She could’ve asked him if they’d get together again, but she’d rather eat glass than do that.
As she turned onto Santa Nella Road, she vowed to keep her interactions with Steel 100 percent professional, both with his daughter and mother and at Cuervos Bar. The one thing she refused to become was a sometimes fuck-toy. And she’d make sure she stuck to her guns no matter how badly her body wanted him. Having mind-blowing sex didn’t help, but she was hardly ready to lose herself completely with a man
who’d end up being like her dad.
No way. Mr. Thinks He’s the Best Lover can just go fuck himself.
Grabbing her file from the briefcase in the passenger’s seat, she opened the door and slammed it behind her, walking up the sidewalk to her client’s porch. The bright sunlight stung her eyes and a low throb ached at the base of her neck. She felt a headache coming on. She rubbed the back of her neck, wishing she could go home and crawl back into bed. The day was already proving to be a long, annoying one.
* * *
As far as Breanna was concerned, five o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. She packed up her files and walked out of her office. Most of her day was spent dropping in on clients, paperwork, and thinking about Steel. She couldn’t help but whip her head in the direction of a motorcycle each time she heard one at the reservation. Her heart would race and she’d hold her breath in anticipation of seeing his corded legs hugging his black and chrome Harley. But none of the bikes proved to be his. She’d bet he hadn’t thought of her once that day.
She’d planned on stopping by the rehab center after work, but she was so drained and out of sorts that she decided to call for an update on Chenoa’s progress instead. She’d go see the teen the following day when she was more like herself.
When she arrived at home, she opened the kitchen door and walked in, immediately feeling like something was amiss in her home. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the feeling washed over her and prodded her to check it out. When she went into the living room, she gasped as she saw the ransacked area. Chairs were overturned, papers strewn about, a few items knocked off her bookcases. She darted her eyes all around and a sinking feeling filled her. Nicholas did this. At first she was mortified that he’d be the first one to come to her mind, but as she noticed her iPad, TV, and various other electronic devices were gone, anger slinked up her spine. Over the years, she’d worked with so many drug addicts that she knew the drug superseded everything and everyone.
She sighed and slumped on one of the straight-backed chairs. Deciding not to call the police, she plugged in the number of a locksmith she’d used before, making arrangements for him to come by later that night. Rekeying all the locks would cost most of her tip money she’d made the weekend before. She thought she was finally making some strides in her debt, but she could never really get ahead in this life.
She put her phone down, propped her elbows on the table, buried her face in her hands, and sobbed.
Chapter Fifteen
“You gonna be at Lust tomorrow night?” Sangre asked.
Steel looked up from the invoice Sangre had brought in from the ink shop. “No. I’m gonna be at Cuervos.”
“Again? Are you down some people, or does that blonde waitress got you by the balls?” Steel scowled and pinned Sangre with a hard look. “I’m just fuckin’ around. You gotta admit you’ve gone over there more in the past few weeks than you have all year.”
“Jorge needs help manning the bar. His relief is a fuckup.” He glanced back down to the invoice.
“Maybe Goldie, Muerto, Crow, and I will come by later to have a few beers and see what other chicks are out there. It gets kinda boring having the same club girls and hang-arounds week after week.”
“Sure, come on by. I’ll buy you guys a beer.” He swiveled his chair to face his computer screen. All the brothers knew that was his way of telling them the conversation was over, so Sangre walked out of the room. Steel stared at the screen, thinking he should call Breanna. He blew out a breath and leaned far back in his office chair. He’d acted like a jerk when he left her house the previous morning. He’d spent one of the best nights with a woman, and he had to act like an asshole. And the worst part was that he didn’t have a clue why he’d behaved that way.
Steel rose to his feet and went over to the window, pulling up the blinds to stare out at the San Juan Mountains. Breanna stirred up emotions in him that he didn’t want to acknowledge. He’d been hard with lust for her for a while, and he figured he’d screw her a few times to get her out of his system, then move on. When they were at the Mexican restaurant, he’d enjoyed spending time with her, conversing with her, being with her, so much so that it’d surprised the hell out of him. The women he hooked up with were there for some sexual fun and nothing more, but Breanna was different. When she’d invited him into her home for a beer, he’d figured he was going to get lucky, and he would have if she hadn’t been so upset about her brother. But what blew his mind was that he willingly spent the night just holding her. When he felt her kiss him early that morning, his dick responded right away.
He scrubbed his face. The sex between them was incredible, but the connection he’d felt with her was what blew his mind. He’d never felt connected to a woman beyond sex in the way he did with Breanna. Even his time with Mika was more about raging hormones than anything else. What the fuck am I gonna do? He really couldn’t take on Breanna. He wasn’t ready to give his life to a woman, let alone his heart. He’d have to keep his distance. Then why the fuck am I going to Cuervos tomorrow night?
She’d surprised him by not calling or pretending to bump into him at the rehab center. So many women played that game with him to try and get him to go out with them again. It never worked, but he knew if Breanna had done it, it would’ve. She had a pull on him.
“You busy?” a deep voice said behind him.
Steel turned around and jerked his chin at Diablo. “No, just thinking ’bout shit. What’s up?”
“I got everything arranged for tonight with Jigger and the dealer. Things are gonna go down at nine o’clock.”
“Yeah, that’s what Jigger told me and Paco. When we find out who the source for the drugs is, I’m gonna kill the sonofabitch.”
Diablo’s chuckle was low and deep. “Let’s see what the dude knows. Lots of times the ones peddling on the streets are just pawns and don’t get shit from the big ones on the top. My little brother was doing that shit in Salt Lake City. He was so desperate to keep his habit going, he’d do anything. The big guys knew it and they used the fuck out of him until he got so lost in his addiction, they left him to rot on the streets.” His face darkened and his fists clenched.
“I didn’t know, dude. Sorry for your loss. That fucking sucks.” Steel suppressed his surprise at Diablo’s sudden revelation. He was glad for it, since it meant that he was becoming more comfortable with the brotherhood. Diablo was a man of few words, and Steel didn’t even know he had any family members.
Diablo nodded. “I just came in here to let you know we’ll be ready to go.”
“Appreciate it.” Steel walked back to his desk and sat down. He watched Diablo leave, shutting the door behind him.
Pulling out a ledger, Steel took out a stack of bills. He had a shitload of paperwork to do before they headed over to the drug buy that night. He’d wasted enough time staring out the window and thinking about her like a damn pussy. He fired up his computer and began going through the invoices as the time ticked slowly by.
* * *
The faint evening glow dwindled as darkness consumed the town. A dim light oozed from a malfunctioning streetlight into the alley. In the half light, Jigger appeared smaller than he was as he leaned against a graffitied brick wall smoking a cigarette. Steel, Diablo, Crow, Goldie, and Muerto distanced themselves in the shadows of the alley. The pungent smell of trash wafted on a light breeze as the din of metal garbage lids echoed down the alley while raccoons and possums foraged for food.
Steel heard the crunch of footsteps approaching. From the way Jigger tossed down his cigarette and stubbed it with his boot, he knew he’d heard it as well. Jigger shoved his hand in his oversized jeans pockets and walked toward the footsteps. A tall shadow appeared and Jigger stopped. From his position, Steel could see the man hold out his hand and clench it when Jigger placed the money in it. He moved over to the sputtering streetlight and counted it. Out from the shadows, Steel was surprised to see how young the dealer was; he looked to be about Chenoa’s age. A sick f
eeling soured his stomach; he didn’t like torturing teens to get the information he needed. He would, of course, but it didn’t mean he’d like it.
“Uh… you’re short,” the young dealer said as he looked around nervously.
“You told me forty bucks. I gave it to you. What kind of shit are you trying to pull?” Jigger asked as he took a step forward.
Easy, brother. Go with it. Don’t blow this. Steel’s body stiffened as he listened to the exchange between the dealer and his brother.
“It’s not me, dude. The price has gone up by ten dollars. You got it?”
“That’s fucked. I don’t have it.”
The dealer shoved the forty dollars he had in his hands into his pants. “You got a food stamp card?”
Steel’s ears pricked up. Food stamp card? What the fuck?
“I don’t have food stamps,” Jigger said tightly.
“Stay cool, dude. Do you know anyone who has the card? I can pay you thirty cents on the dollar so you’d be able to get some cash.”
“I guess I could steal one.” Jigger looked around. From the perplexed expression on his face, Steel knew that he didn’t know what to do with this turn of events.
“You know, I’ll give this to you for the amount I told you. But so you know, the EBT cards are gold.”
“EBT?” Jigger crossed his arms.
“Food stamp benefits. Anyway, you got the cards, you can get cash, drugs, alcohol, even a pretty good-looking hooker.” The tall man sniggered.
“Okay. I’ll remember that. Where’s my stuff?”
The lanky teen pulled out a cellophane packet. “Mexican Mud. The best shit you’ll get in the county.” He handed it to Jigger. “It was good doing business with you. Call me if you need me.” As the dealer turned around, the waiting brothers stepped out from the shadows. Panic spread across the young man’s face. He looked at Jigger. “What the fuck is this? You a cop?”
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